
The Fabric of Life
Poetry is that wedge of moon in the sky and that face asleep on the pillow. The first birdsong in the morning and the hoarse voice that sings its first good morning is poetry. The look, the voice and the song are poetry. Poetry is the life that lives poetry.I weave the fabric of my life with my hands, each one does it.Each intersection between … Continua a leggere The Fabric of Life